Kevin enjoys woodworking and the garage serves as his shop. Often, to escape the stifling heat, he’ll relocate to the driveway, which is where I see...him. We usually wave and exchange hellos, and that’s the way it’s been these past few weeks. Until the other day...I had just pulled into my driveway after a long, miserable day at work, when Kevin walked out of the garage and made eye contact with me. I got out of the car and his gaze never faltered; this would be more than a simple hello, I. I pressed my publisher to postpone the deadline for my latest literary effort. My mind simply refused to stop wandering. Thankfully, I was able to secure an extra six months."You know, worrying won't solve anything," pointed out my wife, the psychologist, on one afternoon that found me in a particularly brooding frame of mind."I know that," I replied with a half-hearted chuckle. "There's just a little too much waiting going on right now."To help lighten up our general spirits, we took two. He was pretty hairy and his cock was long and thick with huge testicles.He told us all strip and told each of my friends to kneel beside him, showed them how to hold his cock and wank him off.He turned out to be a 'spunk' machine and shot his load on his belly with each of my friends; telling each where their clothes were.They both ran for their clothes and shot off.I have no idea why he left me to last, but I was totally fascinated by his cock and the spunk it produced each time.When it came. You can’t go into the past. I can’t, and neither could my older selves.” She gave Younger-Alex a significant look. “I’ll get back to older selves, versus older self, in a minute. It’s an important distinction, Alex.”“OK,” Younger-Alex said expectantly.“You’ve only made 3 jumps?”Younger-Alex slowly nodded. “You told me not to do it again until I was 14.”Alex laughed. “I should have told you more. I was stupid not to go into this with you 2 weeks ago when you first came. Sorry.” She shook her.